The weekly sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1886-1887, 1887-04-14
CHAPTER XXI.

her lessons with brighter heart.
/ had crushed out, as l hoped, every
vestigeof selfish feeling, or any con-
sideration of my own happiness; yet,
as I went into my little room after
dinner to prepare for my visit to
Ravenswood, and the meeting with
Philip, the thought would force it
self upon me that on this meeting
rested the fate of both Winnie and
myself. Try as faithfully as would
to stif1e the craving of my own heart,
and to think only of her and of all
her suffering and sorrow, | could
but form this resolve: That if he
proved to be the hero of my dreams
the man to whom I had uncon-
sciously given my whole heart, then
I would utterly ignore my own in
terest in him, and give my whole
thought t. the restoration and hap
piness of the poor child who now
seemed more helpless and depend
ent upon me than ever. But # he
mas not my herr, then | would be
free once more to think of myself
my own love, and of my possible
happiness in the future.
/ had scarcely completedmy toilet,
which was still all of deepest black,
when the Vivian phaeton came up,
driven by Pete, while Ernest, that
embodiment of youthful and joyous
vivacity, sat upon the drivers seat by
the side of the shiny-faced young ne
gro. l watched them from my win
dow as they drove rapidly up to the
gate, then | ran into Winnie's room
without knocking, and kissed the
still sleeping girl, who smiled, and
made slight movement as [ did so.
Dr. Barron had charged Pauline to
''let her sleep as long as possible,
even if it lasted until next day" and
Pauline was willing enough to obey,
us it released her from her close at
tendance.
l then went down stairs, and into
the sitting room, the only occupant
OF which was DR.. Barron. For
some reason he had not gone out
with his dog and gun as usual, but
remained in the house, reading and
smoking.
He politely greeted Ernest, who
now came up on the porch, and as
he assisted me into the carriage he
asked:
"When shall we expect you back??"
| replied:
GAS early as possible tomorrow
morning." then / asked him to say
"good evening" TO Mrs. Barron for
me, and we went swiftly rolling off.
The two miles on a level road
were quickly driven over with those
tast-trotting, beautiful bays, and We
SOON entered the broad, circular av-
enue of trees and flowers.
AS we approached the house we
passed three gentlemen, who raised
their hats as we drove on; but in the
hurried glimpse that | had of them,
/ could only discover that one was
Gen. Vivian, and the other two were
strangers. One Of them rather short,
with broad shoulders and very long
black hair, but clean shaven face,
the other one taller, more slender,
and nearer thefgure of my hero. He
1.-THE last one) also wore moustache,
but [ could not tell the color of it,
nor of his hair, which was cut close,
and his hat was replaced before. |
could see the head beneath. They
were some distance off, and with the
assistance of Ernest, [ alighted and
and entered before they were half
way to the house from where | had
passed them. I was very glad Of
this, as introduction in the parlor,
and in the presence of Mrs. Vivian,
would be less embarrassing.
"Miss Priscilla" was the first to
greet me, and led me straight to
Mrs. Vivian's own room, where [
was Invested of hat and gloves, and
the little satchel [ had brought, Tin
a pocket of which was still tie card
acith that name and date.) Then after
a talk over the magnificent vase of
flowers which adorned her stand, and
many kind words from dear Mrs.
Vivian, we entered the parlor, where
stood but two of the gentlemen. One
was still on the porch, and the two
inside were examing the branching
horns of noble buck which some
one of the Vivians had recently cap
ttircfl and killed in the neighboring
woods.
Gen. Vivian met and greeted me
warmly, and introduced sshis friend
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